Chapter 248

Night Tingchen frowned and stared at the woman standing not far from him.

"Say it again?"

Shen Jiamu smiled bitterly. "What will happen again? Can you change your mind and mine? Yetingchen, since you don't care about me, you don't care about my affairs!"

"Don't care about you?" yetingchen sneered, and the black fundus of his eyes was filled with dangerous light: "so, do you want to live and fly with the cold night? I stopped you?"

"Yes!" Shen Jiamu didn't know where his courage came from. He answered him directly and loudly, and had to fight him to the end: "so what?"

At that moment, yetingchen's pupils suddenly enlarged, and then began to shrink. After hearing her own admission, something climbed up his heart, and then grabbed his heart, which made him almost out of breath.

This damn woman!

Actually admit in front of him that she wants to be with big brother?

Before he calmed down, Shen Jiamu turned his back.

"I just like my eldest brother. He is gentle, considerate, modest and polite. He is much better than someone who is arrogant and always wants to control others. Ye Tingchen, you always think I like you. In fact, you are wrong, and I don't like you at all. Even if other men die in your life, I won't like you at all."

With that, Shen Jiamu walked away directly regardless of the reaction of the people behind him.

Night Tingchen was sitting in a wheelchair. His heart suddenly hurt like a needle. This inexplicable feeling made him frown and hold his chest.

Is... His heart in pain?

Because of that woman? How ridiculous!

Night Tingchen looked at her back, and a moment later, his thin lips caught up an arc of cold ridicule.

It's just a woman. He doesn't care about yetingchen. He never needs a woman on his way to yetingchen.

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That said, when Shen Jiamu lay back on his floor, his tears still wet his eyes.

She said those words very absolutely, but she knew that those words only hurt herself. Maybe yetingchen wouldn't care what she said at all.

After hearing that he went to take a bath, Shen Jiamu thought of something. He still sat up, wiped the tears on his face, and then got up and walked towards the suit he put on the shelf.

That suit is the one he wore before. If he sent it out, the box should not be in it.

Shen Jiamu's action was careful, like a thief. She put her hand into both pockets and touched it. A moment later, she touched a hard small box.

Is he still here?

Shen Jiamu stayed for a while and took out the box.

Sure enough, it was the small box I saw that day. How could it still be with him?

Did she misunderstand him?

For a moment, Shen Jiamu felt extremely guilty at the bottom of her heart. If she really misunderstood him, what she just said hurt him

Thinking of this, Shen Jiamu stretched out her hand to open the box, and then she was stunned.

A moment later, she closed the box with a bitter smile and put it back into the pocket of her suit as if nothing had happened.

Shen Jiamu stumbled forward.

When she lay down, she closed her eyes and shed tears in despair.

That box... Is empty.

The Pink Earrings inside are long gone.

It is worn on Han Xueyou's ears.

When Han Xueyou mentioned the earrings, her face was full of shame, and her desire to talk stopped. Later, she asked her to believe her.

Trust her what? Shen Jiamu doesn't know now.

Shen Jiamu closes his eyes. What Han Xueyou and yetingchen said in the past is like watching flowers in his mind. Gradually, Shen Jiamu falls into sleep.

At midnight, Shen Jiamu woke up once. When she touched her pillow, she found that her pillow was wet.

In desperation, she had to turn over her pillow to sleep. The room was quiet. She lay on her side and looked at the moonlight outside the window. After a moment, she slowly closed her eyes.

Forget it, that's it.

The beauty of success is also a good thing.

After all, a woman like her who is second married and pregnant with other children.

You don't deserve happiness at all.

Tomorrow, she will find Han Xueyou to make it clear.

After thinking clearly, Shen Jiamu found that her heart calmed down. She slept well that night. When she woke up the next day, she calmly got up, changed clothes and washed. Then she sat in front of the dressing table once in a while and carefully smeared it in front of herself in the mirror.

Night Tingchen could not help frowning when he saw this scene.

Is this woman having sex today? Married for so long, I saw her sitting in front of the mirror making up for the first time.

Shen Jiamu seldom makes up, but that doesn't mean she won't. when she was a girl, everyone came together and loved beauty, but later time didn't allow it, and she didn't have any extra thoughts.

She carefully painted the eyeliner in the mirror, her hands did not shake, drew the eyeliner beautifully and beautifully, and outlined the eyeliner at once. The thin black eye line drew a hint of fireworks into her cold eyes. Shen Jiamu began to lash her eyelashes, and then put on mascara.

Then there was lipstick. When she had just painted lipstick, she smashed her mouth in the mirror. The whole lip looked very red.

Putting down her lipstick, Shen Jiamu finds that she hasn't cast a shadow yet. When she just wants to cast a shadow on herself, she finds that there is a figure behind her.

It's yetingchen

Through the mirror, Shen Jiamu sees yetingchen staring at himself gloomily.

"Your first make-up," he said in a low voice and an ugly face.

Shen Jiamu had already figured it out in his heart, so he smiled at him in the mirror and said, "isn't it good? I'm beautiful, so I'll give you face, but... You don't need it in the future."

She said the latter sentence in a low voice. Yetingchen couldn't really hear it. He only heard a little, frowned and asked, "what nonsense are you talking about?"

Shen Jiamu recovered and smiled at him in the mirror, "did I say anything? No? I just said, don't you want face? I'm dressed well, so I'll give you a face?"

With that, Shen Jiamu got up and went to the wardrobe to pick out a long light blue dress and put it on. When she came out, she put down her hair, and the green silk at her waist was scattered on her shoulders, adding a trace of charm to her.

Seeing this kind of Shen Jiamu, yetingchen was very unhappy for a moment.

He pursed his thin lips and asked coldly, "are you going out?"

Hearing this, Shen Jiamu nodded: "yes, I'm going to... Make an appointment with Xueyou today. We... Haven't been shopping together for a long time."

Hearing Han Xueyou's name, the expression on yetingchen's face changed, and his eyes seemed unnatural.

"Are you looking for her?"